Blow, Boys, Blow

 

Oh! blow, my boys, I long to hear you!

Blow, boys, blow!

Oh! blow, my boys, I long to hear you!

Blow, my bully boys, blow.

 

O were you ever in the Congo River? (Blow, boys, blow)

O yes, I've been in the Congo River. (Blow my bully boys, blow)

 

O Congo she's a mighty river,

Where fever makes the white man shiver.

 

A Yankee ship comes down the river,

Her masts and yards they shine like silver.

 

And how d'ye known she's a Yankee clipper?

By the stars and bars that fly above her.

 

And who d'ye think's the skipper of her?

Why, "Shanghi Joe", the darky lover.

 

And who d'ye think's the first mate of her?

Why, Johnny Brown, the sailor of er’.

 

And what d'ye think they've got for cargo?

Why "black sheep" that have run the embargo.

 

And what d'ye think they get for dinner?

Why, bullock's heart and donkey's liver.

 

O yonder comes the "Arrow" packet,

She fires a gun, don't you hear the racket?

 

O blow, my boys, and blow forever,

O blow me down to the Congo River.

 

 

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